The flicker scent of you remains – the shadow on the wall.
Captured still to hold, the thought does tumult so.
The tangle, the grass with sky – spread underneath my foot. Above in gaze no strife to be.

So time talks to me alone, but solitude wanders away.
An appointment to keep with itself.
In subtle verge, soft adorned – I ponder –
The point.

The ablution of tears, each caught in my palm, distilled in moments.
The process of experience, I love you as I live.
Opulence, your mind – repository of wonder.
Decorum, your soul – vestibule of majesty.
Quintessential – your entity – receptacle of evolution.

Distance fades, connection grows.
You are symmetry, fractal fascination, imagination and utopian.
You are atmosphere, that which encompasses.
Our gaze falls in parallel, hands held in the absence of touch, love bridging the gap.
We belong.
Sky stare, as rain falls, conflict descends, disrupting the still.
At night the ache swells, fortitude in an unquiet mind.
Necessity the mother of invention? Creativity is an orphan.

What powers time? A battery – our energy, existence a witness.
The brightest star anaemic in your presence.
Social constructivism, interpret as you will.
The inverted arrow of tolerance.

Yet the girl, always the girl. Beacon, love birthed.
Winged, pinnacle of celestial hierarchy – ascended wonder.
Fuzzy warmth, time as time should be.
Who loves? Those that fall and I plummet into you.
Smiles, laughter, intellectual intercourse, fragility of touch, whispers, sighs, the comfort of eyes.
Hair unravels, as does convention, a dilation of receptive tendency.
Armaments. A poet with pen, a samurai with blade, a boy with love.